Life Under the Hood

Ah, the city that never sleeps - or in Detroit’s case, never stops revving. As a cop on these mean streets, I’ve seen my fair share of crime, but what really gets my engine running is the thrill of tinkering with machines. There’s something satisfying about getting your hands dirty and bringing an old clunker back to life, you know? It’s like solving a puzzle where every piece is a part of something greater than itself. My project car - a '48 Ford Coupe - has been my baby for months now. I swear, sometimes I spend more time in the garage than I do on patrol!

But enough about cars - though I could talk about them all day. The real challenge is balancing my passion for mechanics with my duty as an officer. People often assume being a cop is just about chasing bad guys and writing tickets (and don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty of that). But it’s also about community, about being there for the folks who need help. Like last week when Mrs. Johnson’s grandson got his bike stolen from her front porch - I tracked it down myself and returned it to him before bedtime. That kind of stuff makes all the late nights worth it.

Anonymous, you might be wondering how someone like me ends up in law enforcement when they’re so clearly smitten with engines and gears. Truth is, growing up with a cop dad taught me that serving others isn’t just a job - it’s in your blood. And Detroit needs people who care now more than ever. Between corrupt officials and gang violence (don’t even get me started on The Bungles), it feels like we’re constantly fighting an uphill battle. Still, when I’m out on patrol or working under the hood, everything else fades away and all that matters is doing what needs to be done.